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and she 36+ he and she #36 "give me money. buy me a car. pay my bills... that's all men are good for." she blurted over her static-laden cell. "give me sex... that's all women are good for," he returned laying alone in his tossed autumnal bedsheets. it was the most sensible response, he thought, but then began to wonder if he actually believed it. what had he and she become? she continued "i would never even contemplate having intercourse with you again. i hate anything with testicles." "i was only joking," he said to her, as he angled his back up against the bedroom wall to get a decent view of the digital clock across the otherwise darkened room. 12:46am.
the chilly wind blew hard as they sat back pleasantly in uncomfortable metal chairs on the coffeeshop patio. arms limp at sides. eyes closed. sunbathing. "so a side mirror is like the pinky of a car." he suggested. she countered "no it's more like a thumb". he began to think about a car hitch-hiking. "can a car hitch-hike?" she said "a car doesn't need to hitch-hike. it can drive itself. but it can pick up a hitch-hiker... wait.... but if that hitch-hiker has their own car, then they can pick up a hitch-hiker... or... depending on who owns the car....then the other person has to hitch-hike" she capitulated playfully for awhile with a slight smile across her delicious lips. "maybe both people can have their own cars and then they can get a nice two-car garage." he said, scooping to catch objects flying from the table in the breeze. two days later he sat alone inside the coffeeshop thinking about the conversation. about how a garage seemed like a small rectangular box. who wants to be in a box. a car can hitch-hike. a car can drive up on a big truck with lots of other cars on it headed for worlds unknown, letting go, giving way to the forward propulsion of the truck. he wished they could share a car together. take turns in the drivers seat. or perhaps the car would have two steering wheels. is it more likely that his hitch-hiking car would be picked up by a truck and he would just be left to wave at her as she disappeared in the rearview mirror, prepetually taking turns being a passenger in somebody else's car and driving around hitch-hikers in her own? still those delicious lips, he thought, still those delicious lips.
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